I desperately thought of what to do, and considered making a last minute order from one of the modest fashion stores, but none of the dresses I saw matched up to the elegance I needed.

Thirty minutes later, George was ready. I could barely recognize him in the elegant blazer and new haircut he carried. He looked so handsome and dashing. When our eyes met, he gave me his usual steely glare.

“Get. Dressed. Victoria."

His tone reminded me of the threat to deliver Adam to the police. What could Adam have done? Or did George find out it was Adam who reported him to the mayor for harassing his...